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I am healing, I suppose.
I admit to having been humbled in the first days by the assistance lent me by several staunch friends. They did a lot to keep my spirits up over a weekend of glorious weather that I wish I could have enjoyed more fully, but such is life. My one disappointment is that the one person I asked specifically to help keep me from going stir crazy hasn't been available. It's the way of things, I suppose.
My cousin suggested that I write some short stories to help get past my dragon block. Perhaps with my dogs or Hubby as the protagonist. Perhaps I'll try that after work, or during a break. It could be a welcome respite from the endless cycle my brain goes into when my body is forced into inactivity and I become dependent upon the mercy of others, a situation I am uncomfortable with as I never entirely trust others to actually follow through on promised assistance. While some are to be counted on in an emergency, my experience is that most are all talk but when action is requested, find much else to busy themselves with. As I've always managed in some way without them, I continue to do so. Sometimes it just takes a little ingenuity, sometimes it just means stretching my physical abilities and risking my recovery. Thus far, the risks have been minimal. I am cautious, I promise. I call for help when and I simply cannot find a relatively safe method for obtaining the necessary results and pray that the person called is willing and able to help.
A few more days of this should bring me to at least light walking, which will return me to full self sufficiency. Perhaps not to full speed, but being able to carry a meal to my chair so I can consume it without pain or risking falling would be a step in the right direction.
I admit to having been humbled in the first days by the assistance lent me by several staunch friends. They did a lot to keep my spirits up over a weekend of glorious weather that I wish I could have enjoyed more fully, but such is life. My one disappointment is that the one person I asked specifically to help keep me from going stir crazy hasn't been available. It's the way of things, I suppose.
My cousin suggested that I write some short stories to help get past my dragon block. Perhaps with my dogs or Hubby as the protagonist. Perhaps I'll try that after work, or during a break. It could be a welcome respite from the endless cycle my brain goes into when my body is forced into inactivity and I become dependent upon the mercy of others, a situation I am uncomfortable with as I never entirely trust others to actually follow through on promised assistance. While some are to be counted on in an emergency, my experience is that most are all talk but when action is requested, find much else to busy themselves with. As I've always managed in some way without them, I continue to do so. Sometimes it just takes a little ingenuity, sometimes it just means stretching my physical abilities and risking my recovery. Thus far, the risks have been minimal. I am cautious, I promise. I call for help when and I simply cannot find a relatively safe method for obtaining the necessary results and pray that the person called is willing and able to help.
A few more days of this should bring me to at least light walking, which will return me to full self sufficiency. Perhaps not to full speed, but being able to carry a meal to my chair so I can consume it without pain or risking falling would be a step in the right direction.